There is this joke among certain people we know that Erik and I show no public affection. Not true! Here is a picture from over 7 years ago on our wedding day -
See. I told you we loved each other. There were like 100 people watching us kiss.
I suppose it's normal to worry about a couple if you never see them showing any signs of affection towards one other. Some public displays of affection, such as hand holding and a quick kiss, are quite sweet. However, that's where I draw the line these days. No need to make other people feel uncomfortable. Oh, how I wish everyone felt the same way I did.
One of the worst PDA's I have ever witnessed was seeing a boy dance with his girlfriend (who was in a wheelchair) at an LDS Young Single Adult Dance in Santa Monica many years ago. You could tell that he really liked this girl and it was obvious that she really liked him. What was not obvious was if he was performing a lap dance on purpose or if it just came across that way because she was in a wheelchair. (Either way, they were able to get away with it because she was in a wheelchair and the last thing anyone was going to do was to tell the girl in the wheelchair to stop dancing.)
The worst PDA offenders are engaged couples. Candler was really bad when they were engaged. They couldn't even sit at a table normally. One would always turn their chair to face the other while the other was eating. Another bad couple were my brother-in-law and sister-in-law, Christian and Emily. We would be having a normal conversation when suddenly one of them would turn to the other and begin "nuzzling" the person's neck or face while we were trying to talk. I got it. You dig each other. Fortunately for both couples, they got married and "got it out of their systems."
Married couples are usually pretty good... sometimes. A month before we left Provo, a newlywed couple moved into the apartment directly across from us. One day I noticed a huge sign taped to their front door. It read something like this -
"Dear Hunka Hunka Burning Love,
I am your love slave. Whatever you want, I will do. The handcuffs are on the table. You are so hot. Be mine tonight.
I thought they would be embarrassed and take the sign down immediately, but they left it up for over a week. The inevitable awkward encounters with them occurred on the stairwell soon after. It took everything in me not to call one of them "Love Slave" each time we passed.
So, back to those of you who say that Erik and I need to show more public displays of affection towards each other. Well, I'm going to do something different. I may not write mushy declarations of love to my husband on my blog, but tonight I am going to say the most romantic thing possible to him, in public. I don't care if it makes any of you feel uncomfortable. Here I go -
Honey, I'm excited about your new fish tank.